After they returned to Little Mountain Peak, Ouyang gave each lion a kick, and only then did the two bootlickers leave Little Mountain Peak, wagging their tails madly at him, still wanting more.
Just as he reached the entrance to Little Mountain Peak, Ouyang heard a burst of piercing qin music coming from the courtyard.
It was like fingernails scraping glass, giving the listener the delightful sensation of having a nail wedged beneath their big toenail and then kicking a wall.
What surprised Ouyang was that this music seemed to carry a peculiar magic.
His body was slowly stiffening along with the music.
The True Qi in Ouyang's Dantian churned, forming a True Essence Shield around him that blocked out the True Essence contained in the music.
All that remained was the unpleasant sound.
Frowning, Ouyang pushed open the door. Su Xiaoqi stood in the courtyard, watching Hu Tutu coldly as she sat on a little stool playing the qin.
Hu Tutu's little face was scrunched up, tears and snot streaming down as she played and cried, even finding time to blow her nose.
When she saw Ouyang come in, Hu Tutu's eyes lit up, but then she remembered how her hateful Eldest Senior Brother had grabbed her by the collar and forced her to practice last time.
Her newly brightened eyes dimmed again, and she gritted her little teeth, staring at the Ancient Qin before her as though it had burdened her with bitter suffering and a deep blood feud.
Those waves of music that made people want to die came from this pair of delicate, pale little hands.
Bai Feiyu, who had been standing in the tree, was already nowhere to be seen. Dressed in purple robes, Chen Changsheng watched Hu Tutu with his mouth twisted and his